'And

here

we have the goddess, the myth, the- '

It would take quite the feat to leave

Gojo Satoru

- self-proclaimed king of idols (debatable), world-class chatterbox (not debatable) - of all people gaping soundlessly at his screen.

For a second. Two.

Three-

before he 's

sputtering

at the blur of incoming comments, 'O-

oi!

Don 't you lil ' perverts think you can get away with flirting with my best friend. ' Arms crossed, he nods seriously at his fanbase, 'Even

I

don 't get away with flirting with my be- '

'Satoru, they 're about to cut the cameras. '

'A joke. Obviously. ' Smooth.

Ever-

so-smooth, Gojo 's flashing a winning smile at his stern-faced manager behind the tripod.

It was hard enough to convince Yaga into letting you join his livestream, but as a near-veteran in the entertainment industry, Gojo

knew

how to handle a little slip-up like this. He 's

got